When I say I don't know who I am anymore? That's still true.

[redbrickrose]

My job sucks and was kind of depressing today. I didn't want to deal with that, so I spent most of the day being overinvested in Panic! at the Disco in ways that hurt me. You guys, I am stupidely overinvested in Panic! at the Disco. Like, way more emotionally invested in them than in other bandom bands, apparently. I mean, Gabe and the Cobras

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[songgirl12]

Oh the X-Files outtake. I still watch it and go "Stupid bees!"

[redbrickrose]

I know! Ack!

Farscape tomorrow?

[songgirl12]

Yes plz.

[redbrickrose]

FABULOUS. Do you have your car back?

[songgirl12]

I do! It makes me SO HAPPY.

Also, go to bed.

[redbrickrose]

HOORAY!

And I can't until this fic goes to beta. Now is not a good time to be finishing it seeing as how I currently want to kick Brendon Urie in the head a little bit, but I don't see that going away in the immediate future, so it's best if I finish it while I still can in case my annoyance gets worse instead of better. Also I slept for like three hours when I got out of work so my sleeping schedule is all wonky again.

[songgirl12]

Fair enough. I did the same thing. With the sleep, not the fic. (Dear my fic: What are you doing? Be done.)

[redbrickrose]

THIS FIC JUST NEEDS TO BE OVER. Ack. And then I am going to write fic not about people in Panic! at the Disco and I am going to suffer less.